Snapshot--veinglory
Monday, October 08, 2007
Just for fun, post the last erotic/romance sentence you wrote, so we can see what everyone is up to. Mine is less than virtuoso, but here you go:
But somehow he knew they were meant to be together, and together they would be strong enough to face whatever the future might bring.
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The last sentence I wrote was random roleplay stuff, so I'll give the last sentence of *work* writing I did:
He stopped in front of Brishen and the gathered, fawning crowd around him. "You'll be wanting to come with me, Brishen. Now."
Here's mine. *g*
Why did he keep torturing himself with these useless thoughts?
His width stretched me almost to the point of pain.
I guess it was too painful for me to continue :) I rarely stop in the middle of a sex scene but I did with this one.
Fun question!
“Language, my girl, language.” The ghost floated through the head stone as it tsked at her. “You would’ve got a mouth full of soap for using those words when I was a girl.”
This is fun!
Well, she decided. So was he to her. Another notch. On her… she drifted off, hugging the extra pillow and wishing she hadn’t asked him to leave.
Now, try and get all those lines into one story ;)
My excuse for a slightly trite line is that it is the last line in the story. Aww, HEA :)
Mine is the last line of a story, too!
He wouldn’t regret this decision.
Not as long as Mark kissed him like that every day for the rest of their lives.
Yay!
Awww, double HEA :)
Current last line of the free ebook I'm writing for (pardon my pimpin') my website:
Poor dear. Life does not read like a book of tales.
Kaela thought back to that night of horror and remembered what Lianon had done with only her wits, a razor blade and the will to do what was necessary.
Morbid, I know, but I do so love to mix death and sex.
Mine is:
Last night he’d had enough energy to lick and caress Kayleigh for a few minutes before he disappeared, leaving her to seek her own orgasm after all.
Gracious. It's not remotely sexy or erotic, especially when taken in context, but it's the closest thing I've got.
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In the words of Cole Porter, "Let's do it!"
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See? I told you!
Here's mine. Not very informative I'm afraid.
She didn’t know what he was so frightened of; maybe he feared Lucerne would propose in order to avoid Joshua’s haranguing once he arrived.
He lowers his head, his mouth against her neck, and she trembles, her breath catching in her throat. She presses her lips against his ear. "I still belong to you." she whispers.
I've been rewriting for so long I can't recall the last original line I composed. This one, from the chapter I'm now working on, will have to do.
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"As Gwen savored the heat and hardness of Mark's panting body, she told herself this was going to be a very special, very exhausting, homecoming, and smiled at the thought."
"Oh, I plan to," he murmured as the taxi drove off.
I stopped in the middle of sexing too...
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If only he could get her naked now.
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Sean kept spending Sunday and Monday nights at Gabe's place and walking to the clinic with him on Tuesdays.
From my erotic gay pagan inspirational romance
Someday, I'll be brave enough to actually try my hand at erotic writing. Until then, I'll just read all of yours. *grin*
"He bent his head, and after that there was no talk of which of us was the woman and which the man, for we were one."
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